Continuing my attempt to have something approaching a “half decent quality of life day” today by denying I am deeply depressed.
Successfully negotiated hunter-and-gatherer trip to shopping centre without bursting into tears, biting anyone’s head off or barking at the dearly beloved. Bared teeth in a fake grin whenever felt my mood plummeting.
So far, this is a successful experiment in behaviour modification, and all the CBT-ers out there will be saying: “Ha! Told you so!”